Isn't that
what she told you? Well, that story was cooked up for her special
benefit. I don't mind telling you the truth about them, and you can
tell it to her. Roon was the Baron Hedlund--But all this can wait.
Now--"
"Did you shoot either of those men?"
"I did not. Baron Hedlund was shot, I firmly believe, by Prince Ugo. I
might as well go on with the story now and have it over with. Tell
that chauffeur to take a little stroll. He doesn't have to hear the
story, you know. Hedlund came up here a week or so ago to keep a look-
out for his wife. The Baroness is supposed to be deeply enamoured of
Prince Ugo. He found letters which seemed to indicate that she was
planning to join the Prince up here. In any event, he came to watch.
Well, she didn't come. She had been headed off, but he didn't know
that. When he heard of the arrival of a lady at Green Fancy the other
afternoon, he got busy. He went right up there with blood in his eye.
I admit that I am the gentleman who telephoned the warning up to the
Prince. They tried to head the Baron and his man off at the cross-
roads, but he beat them to it. If there was to be a fight, they didn't
want it to happen anywhere near the house.
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